Tattered Jackets, Common Threads and Forgiving Mediums—Talking to Strangers in Alaska
His tattered jacket and weathered hands told of the countless miles and brush cleanings late in the evening after the golden hour had passed.
“Please Don’t Call Us ‘Berber!'”—the Resilient Story of an Amazigh Man Named Hassan
Once that sunk in, it wasn’t hard to see why Berber is not a welcomed term, though it is used freely and nonchalantly to identify the Indigenous People of North Africa.
I Didn’t Come Here to Find God—A Shaktipat Awakening in India
I would be lying if my original intention to fly across the world was to find God; it wasn’t. I longed for something novel, so I could keep my promise to my ego to never remain stagnant or become boring. I suppose the Universe had
I Didn’t Come Here to Find God—A Shaktipat Awakening in India: Chapter 2
I would be lying if my original intention to fly across the world was to find God; it wasn’t. I longed for something novel, so I could keep my promise to my ego to never remain stagnant or become boring. I suppose the Universe had
I Didn’t Come Here to Find God—A Shaktipat Awakening in India: Chapter 3
I would be lying if my original intention to fly across the world was to find God; it wasn’t. I longed for something novel, so I could keep my promise to my ego to never remain stagnant or become boring. I suppose the Universe had
I Didn’t Come Here to Find God—A Shaktipat Awakening in India: Chapter 4
I would be lying if my original intention to fly across the world was to find God; it wasn’t. I longed for something novel, so I could keep my promise to my ego to never remain stagnant or become boring. I suppose the Universe had
I Didn’t Come Here to Find God—A Shaktipat Awakening in India: Chapter 5
I would be lying if my original intention to fly across the world was to find God; it wasn’t. I longed for something novel, so I could keep my promise to my ego to never remain stagnant or become boring. I suppose the Universe had
I Didn’t Come Here to Find God—A Shaktipat Awakening in India: Epiphany
I would be lying if my original intention to fly across the world was to find God; it wasn’t. I longed for something novel, so I could keep my promise to my ego to never remain stagnant or become boring. I suppose the Universe had
Jessie McCall | On Being Her Daughter
Like mother, like daughter, as they say—and like Jessie comes to realize in her reflections, years after beginning this journey to piece together the muse and mystery who was her mother.
Felicity Buckwinder | On the Road
One of the most prominent reasons being Cheryl's relationship with the open road. Going through her journal entries in the '70s reveals a young woman as obsessed with roadtrips and Mother Nature as we are.
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